It's Good Friday afternoon and my doorbell rings. Odd, we aren't expecting anyone and most of my friends are well aware that ringing the doorbell during m's nap is forbidden. I figure it's either the neighborhood kids wanting to sell me gift wrap, magazines, or popcorn. Or some random lawn service reminding me that our lawn desperately needs some TLC. Or....
Missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
On Good Friday.
I actually did open the door and talk to them for about 10 minutes. However, they didn't seem amused that I knew the principles of their faith well and have chosen (gasp) to follow Christ. Only Christ.